A tree

A tree
A tree full of acorns that once were trees
One drops to the ground where it germinates and seeds
A year maybe goes by and a sapling you'll see
The weather will surround it with everything it needs and sunshine for photosynthesis
As I contemplate the tree I see that humans are just acorns or trees
All at different stages of an ever evolving scheme, never dying or living just wanting to be
So when you see a tree or an acorn remember my poem because the tree becomes the acorn becomes the tree